Tiffany touched the diamond pendant at her neck and looked down at her polished nails.

“You’ve had several serious memory lapses this month, honey,” she said softly.

“The executive board had to protect the company before the merger signing on Friday the eighteenth.”

“I haven’t had any memory lapses,” I said.

“You moved forty-one thousand dollars out of the lake lot account without my permission.”

The lawyer didn’t look at Tiffany.

He turned a page in the thick blue folder and pointed to a red stamp near the bottom margin.

“The affidavit includes sworn statements about your recent disorientation at the dispatch terminal,” the older lawyer said.